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I jumped the gun last week when Wanda’s news wasn’t on the computer when I got up and turned it on. I hadn’t had my coffee and decided not to call Fay and forget it for the week. So, I did.
I got a call from her mid-morning asking if I was sick. Fay had called her and told her she hadn’t heard from me. I told her I hadn’t heard from her and just called the paper and told them I was slipping the column that week. She said she had sent her contribution. I told her to send it again and would add it to this week’s column, so here it is.

Every weekday at noon I post a question of the day on the Chronicle’s Facebook page.
Sometimes it’s a fun question about food — everybody likes food. Sometimes it’s about a local or national issue.
The questions are meant to get people engaged with the newspaper, although sometimes they get people enraged — with the paper, with each other, sometimes with me just because I asked a question.

They walked to their fields, they walked to their neighbor’s home, they walked to the local general store and their children walked to school. In the 19th and early 20th centuries, it was this daily walking that contributed to the good health of many Kentuckians.

By Roger AlfordA old man stomped angrily into a jewelry shop and waved his wristwatch in the face of the owner.
“You said this watch would last me a lifetime,” he yelled.
“Yes, I did,” the owner acknowledged. “But you looked pretty sickly the day you bought it.”
Taking a guess at how long someone might live is risky business. Read the obituary page of any newspaper and you find that people of every age are leaving this side of eternity every day. Some are young. Some are middle-aged. Some are elderly.

The other day I found an old, yellowed and brittle newspaper cartoon that I had cut out and saved.
Dated from 1987, it’s a drawing of a woman sitting in a wing-back chair holding her knees with her feet tucked underneath her.
The caption reads: “This year’s Irrational Fears Grand Champion worries, from her home in Madison, Wisconsin, about being caught up in a deadly lava flow.”